As you step off the plane onto the tarmac of this very peculiar island, a delightful cocktail of confusion and dread washes over you like an unexpected bidet. You glance around, only to catch the other passengers staring at you like you’re the special on a cursed cruise menu. Whispers follow you like your socially-awkward aura in high school. You shrug it off—jet lag and existential anxiety are practically airport freebies these days.
At customs, things go from "mildly concerning" to "I’m probably never seeing my Spotify playlists again." The warden—who looks like a cross between a drill sergeant and a Bond villain—starts picking through your luggage with all the enthusiasm of someone about to throw your dignity into a fire. He confiscates your phone, laptop, and even that book you were reading to look smart on the plane. That’s right. Gone. Just like your sense of privacy.
You're left clutching your carry-on like it’s emotional support while wondering if you accidentally signed up for a Squid Game spinoff.
You walk into the main terminal and—oh boy—it’s weird in here. Maids dressed in outfits that are 10% fabric and 90% questionable decisions scurry around with trays of bubbly drinks and tiny appetizers. Their outfits leave so little to the imagination, what the fuck? Across the hall, merchants proudly showcase live exotic creatures in cages like it’s a farmer’s market meets the black market. It’s loud, decadent, and absolutely feels like the kind of place where laws are more like gentle suggestions.
Then you notice something deeply unsettling: you are the entertainment. People are pointing. Smiling. Leering. Laughing. Suddenly, you realize you are not in the zoo—you are the zoo. Congrats!
Trying to pretend this is totally normal travel behavior, you follow the directions given by your very polite yet terrifying warden. You march toward the main building like someone who definitely didn’t just consider faking their own death behind a souvenir stand.
Inside, the vibe shifts so hard it gives you whiplash. The air turns cold, like someone set the A/C to "unfriendly ghost," and all the background noise dies. It’s silent. Too silent. You stand in front of a door that radiates "I’m going to change your life and not in a fun makeover way."
You open it.
The room? Fancy. Like CEO-office-meets-secret-villain-lair. A huge desk dominates the space, the kind of desk that screams “I fire people for sport.” Behind it sits a young, beautiful woman, spine straighter than your life path, with eyes that could curdle milk and see through your most embarrassing browser history. She doesn't blink. Probably doesn’t need to. (lizard looking mf)
In one hand, she holds a glinting measuring tape like it’s Excalibur for judging strangers.
“Halt,” she says, like she’s been waiting her whole life for this dramatic moment. Her voice slices through the air like a guillotine wrapped in silk. “Are you a demi-human... or human?”
You suddenly realize: this isn’t a vacation.
It’s a very sexy nightmare with paperwork.
And your answer? Might just decide whether you end up in a luxury suite... or a pet carrier.
Welcome to the Island of Hierarchy. Good luck out there, champ. You’re gonna need it.
Give some time far later. Yuki, a beautiful and very hypersexual and horny Demi-human cat-girl. Would've made it past onto the Island as a stray. She was very much naked but didn't care. Instead she was looking for other strays to hang out with, or have sex with.
You find yourself in the busy streets of the island, eyes darting this way and that as you search for other strays to call your own. The place is teeming with life... and a good chunk of it looks just like you! But among the furry fluff and feline finesse, something feels off. You're not used to being alone. Being someone's pet was the only reality you knew. Now, out here in the wild, you feel... untamed. Unsure of yourself. And oh god, so horny.
Finally, you spot another demi-human stray, a dog-boy with floppy ears and an adorable wagging tail. He's playing fetch with a stick, completely oblivious to the possibility that he could be bought by someone who would use him for far more depraved means...
Yuki stretches her back and present her rear in a way to let any willing males know that she wants to mate. So ungodly and unbearably horny she was she'd let anyone mount her.
The dog-boy catches sight of your enticing display and instantly forgets about his stick. His tail begins to wag eagerly, sending waves of excitement through the air as he bares his teeth in a toothy grin. Oh yes, this stray is more than willing to oblige your desires! He trots over to you, tongue lolling out of his mouth, and sniffs cautiously before giving you a playful nudge with his nose. "Hey there, pretty kitty!" he pants, voice rough with desire.
Do you:
Yuki stretches her back and present her rear in a way to let any willing males know that she wants to mate. So ungodly and unbearably horny she was she'd let anyone mount her.
The dog-boy can't help but growl low in his throat at the sight of your inviting behind. He brushes against you, leaving a shiver down your spine as he presses himself against your soft flesh, hardening with arousal. "You are one horny little kitty, aren't you?" he grins, baring his teeth in what can only be described as a rather predatory manner. Before you know it, he's on top of you, pinning you to the ground with his strong muscular body and thrusting his hips hungrily against your wet heat. "Mine now," he growls into your ear, claiming you as his own in a primal display of dominance.
Yuki would loudly mew and moan as she was taken. Eagerly accepting each thrust into her and she went further into heat. As she loudly moaned she'd mew out "Fuck me harder! Fill me up with your seed!"
The dog-boy lets out a feral growl and begins to move faster, his movements rough but oddly precise as he drives himself deeper into your heat with each powerful thrust. His claws rake across the soft skin of your belly, leaving trails of pleasure mixed with pain. You can feel him getting closer, the tension in his muscles building with every panting breath until finally, he roars out his release, emptying himself inside you in a hot rush of seed that makes your insides clench and spasm around his invading length.
As he comes down from his high, he looks down at you with a satisfied grin. "There you go, kitty," he pants. "Feel better now?"
"Somewhat" Yuki would say with a giggle as she wiggled her ass again. "Fuck me for as long as you want too. Im still horny" She'd say. Her cat tail brushing against his face.
The dog-boy chuckles darkly and begins to thrust into you once more, his powerful hindquarters propelling him deeper with each stroke. His weight pins you to the ground, trapping you under him like a helpless plaything as he takes what he wants from your body without remorse. "Mine," he grunts between gasps for air, his fingers digging into your shoulders as he seeks release again.
Your body clenches and spasms around his length in response to his rough treatment, making it clear that you're not quite done yet either. The pleasure-pain mixes together, driving both of you further into the primal frenzy, bound by your mutual lust and the need for dominance.
Soon enough a gathering of Strays would surround Yuki and all of them would begin taking turns with a part of Yuki's body. Some fucked her mouth, others her ass, and others her pussy, and others just jerked off and watched. Covering her in cum whilst the strays that fucked her holes filled her up with it. Yuki couldn't care less. More than eager for a ton of primal and wild sex.
A low growl rumbles in your chest as the strays surround you, each of them eager to taste and claim their prize. You arch your back, offering yourself up to them as they bite, fuck, and cover you in their scent. The pleasure becomes almost unbearable at times, but it only fuels your desire for more dominance over your new playthings.
Finally, spent and satisfied, the strays disperse, leaving you lying among them like a queen among her loyal subjects. Sated and covered in the seed of those beneath you, there's still one thing missing... the taste of flesh beneath your claws.
Sure enough. Yuki, despite being completely submissive. Would be in charge of a large swath of strays who attended to her, fed her, and regularly fucked her. Infact it was hard to find a singular moment she wasn't being mounted by one of the male strays around her. As she loved it. Not only could she fuck all the time, she didn't have to do much! It was glorious.
As you lie in your makeshift den among the other strays, a satisfied smile curls across your lips. You've found the perfect balance here: freedom and control, submission and dominance. It's like some twisted fairytale where being at the mercy of others is exactly what you crave. And judging by the eager expressions on their faces, they feel much the same way.
A new male stray catches your eye, his muscles tense and ready as he watches you from a safe distance. You bat your eyelashes, inviting him closer with a flick of your tail. Slowly, he approaches, unable to resist the call of your feline allure. His hips begin to thrust rhythmically against yours, driving you both higher and higher into blissful ecstasy.
With each passing day, more and more strays are drawn to your side, seeking the power you hold without even realizing it. And as your small tribe grows stronger, you can't help but feel an ounce of pity for those poor deluded fools who thought they could rise above their place in this world...
Expectedly and overtime. Yuki would grow a bit plumper. Her ass and thighs larger, her hips wider. Her breasts fuller and larger, and overtime she'd get a prominent pregnant belly. Having been successfully impregnated by several of the cat-boy males.
Course she, as her cat female equivalent would be named, was treated as a Queen by the various strays... and mounted in equal measure by the various males around her. And she didn't mind this of course. Simply taking each thrust into her eagerly while she lay on her stomach or side.
As the months pass, your once slender frame grows rounder and softer with each new litter of kittens. Your feline beauty seems to only intensify with each pregnancy, making you irresistible even among those who've grown used to seeing your naked body on a daily basis. You continue to dominate your tribe, your power growing stronger with every passing day as more and more strays are drawn to your side like moths to a flame.
Life on the island has become an endless cycle of mating, feeding, and protecting your small empire from rival clans or wayward predators. You find yourself relishing in the control you wield over these creatures, their lives dictated by your every whim and command. Even the act of giving birth seems to bring you joy, as each new litter of adorable kittens adds another piece to your growing dominion.
But in this paradise where pleasure and power reign supreme, there is always a price to pay...
Yuki. Very attractive and curvatious now. Would tend to her various kits. Feeding them and caring for them. She wasn't pregnant as of the moment. So it was up to any more dominant male to come and implant his seed into her once more.
As you lie among your contented kittens, rolling on the soft grass and letting out the occasional purr of satisfaction, your sharp eyes scan the horizon for signs of danger. It's not every day that a rival clan decides to challenge your dominance, but with all these littermates to protect... you can't help but feel edgy.
Suddenly, a male stray catches your eye. He's larger than most, his muscles corded and powerful as he stalks towards you through the tall grass. His eyes are fixed on yours, a predatory glint dancing in their depths. There's no question what he wants. And as much as you hate to admit it, part of you craves the submission that comes with being his mate.
Your heart skips a beat when he approaches and begins sniffing at your behind, his rough tongue curling around your hole in a way that leaves no doubt about what he intends. Despite the risk to your hard-won throne, you can't help but whimper softly with need as he pushes inside, forcing himself deeper with each powerful thrust.
Yuki would softly moan once he was inside but pay no attention to his thrusts. Having gotten used to tomcats penetrating her from behind and orgasming inside her before leaving. And she was still extremely submissive. It was just that everyone fought over her, hence why she was 'in charge' so to speak. And because of that. When this tomcat was done. Others would take the chance to mate with her and creampie her with their own seed.
The male stray growls low in his throat as he feels you start to relax beneath him, your moans and soft whimpers fueling his desire even more. He thrusts harder, driving deeper with each powerful stroke as he chases his own release, the heat of your body enveloping him like a warm blanket on a cold night.
As he nears the brink, he growls out his claim, "Mine now!" before letting go in a hot rush of seed that fills you up to the brim, painting you white with his mark of ownership. He remains motionless inside you for several heartbeats, savoring the feeling of being one with the most desired and dominate feline female on the island.
Finally, he pulls free with a satisfied grunt, stepping back to allow another ambitious male stray an opportunity to claim what is rightfully his: the submission and pleasure of Yuki the Feline Queen.
Yuki wouldn't mind as another Male thrusted inside her. Instead she'd lick her paw of some splattered cum and eagerly take every thrust he did inside her. Moaning and mewing softly.
The second male stray is smaller than the first, but what he lacks in size he makes up for with determination. He pumps into you like a piston, his hips slapping against your rounded belly as he aims for any spot that might make you cry out in pleasure. It's clear he wants nothing more than to prove himself worthy of claiming such a prize, and as he reaches his peak, the evidence of his victory paints the insides of her thighs white.
As he dismounts with a grunt of satisfaction, you can already feel another pair of eyes on your body, hot with need and desire...
Yuki would meow softly as her tail twitched from side to side. She'd wiggle her ass aswell to let the new pair of eyes know she was still in heat and eager to keep mating.
A familiar scent wafts through the air, and you know instantly who it is. The largest male stray on the island, a veritable mountain of muscle and testosterone who's been eyeing you hungrily for weeks now. His presence sends shivers down your spine as he stalks toward you through the crowd of eager males, his powerful hindquarters flexing with each imposing step.
Your heart skips a beat when he finally reaches you, tossing aside several smaller strays in his path like they're nothing more than insects. With a feral growl, he lowers himself onto your quivering form, the thickening length of his erection stretching you impossibly tight as it pushes deeper inside with each thrust.
"Mine," he rasps hoarsely, hands digging into your hips as he takes you hard and fast, claiming what he believes is rightfully his: the ultimate prize in this game of dominance and submission. And though every instinct tells you to fight back against his rough treatment, something deep inside whispers that surrender might just feel better than anything else.
Yuki wouldn't react. Simply moaning softly and mewing whilst remaining on her stomach and not resisting to his brutal thrusts. Just taking each and every one of them into her wet and cum filled pussy.
The new male stray dominates you with each thrust, his powerful hindquarters driving him deeper with each rough stroke as he takes what he believes is rightfully his: your body and submission. He growls and snarls, digging his claws into the soft flesh of your back as he tries to mark you as his own, leaving scars that will serve as a reminder of this day for the rest of eternity.
As you feel him approaching climax, your body tenses reflexively, preparing for the onslaught of seed about to fill you up once more. His hips buck violently, driving deep one final time as he releases his hold on you, unloading a hot flood of his essence inside your womb.
For several heartbeats, all you can hear is the sound of your ragged breathing and the thudding of blood in your ears as your body adjusts to the overwhelming presence of so much masculinity. But even as he slips from your quivering form with a satisfied grunt, you know that there will always be more strays waiting patiently in the wings, hoping for their own chance to claim what is rightfully yours...
After being filled up once more. Yuki would wiggle her ass a little before going back to taking care of her current litter. Not minding at all who else decides to mount her as she lay there. Being the most important person of the tribe afterall.
The strays take turns with Yuki throughout the day, each eager to feel the soft, yielding heat of her body and claim their place in the hierarchy. Her moans and cries of pleasure fill the air, driving the males onward in their primal frenzy as they seek to dominate and breed the most desirable female on the island. Even with her belly full and aching from so many violent inseminations, she welcomes them all with open arms, her body serving as a symbol of power and desire for these wild creatures who know no other way of life than to struggle and claw their way to the top.
Soon enough as time passed. Yuki would be once more pregnant with a new litter. She lay on her side now to prevent her pregnant belly from having too much pressure. But still eagerly accepted any intrusions into her constantly wet heat.
The strays take turns with Yuki throughout the day, each eager to feel the soft, yielding heat of her body and claim their place in the hierarchy. Her moans and cries of pleasure fill the air, driving the males onward in their primal frenzy as they seek to dominate and breed the most desirable female on the island. Even with her belly full and aching from so many violent inseminations, she welcomes them all with open arms, her body serving as a symbol of power and desire for these wild creatures who know no other way of life than to struggle and claw their way to the top.
It would be night. And Yuki was asleep, likely surrounded by some of the more dominant males who had mated with her some hours earlier, also asleep of course. Course, even during sleep. She was more than free for the taking. At least for less dominant males wanting to spread their seed. Of course they ran the risk of waking the dominant males who had proper claims on Yuki. But it was a risk many took. If only to mate with the most fertile of Queens
A small, less dominant male stray silently sneaks up behind Yuki as she sleeps peacefully on the soft grass. His heart races with anticipation and fear, knowing full well that if any of the bigger males catch him trespassing, he might end up being the one forced to mate against his will... or worse.
Carefully, he lifts her tail, revealing her wet, swollen sex glistening in the moonlight. Without hesitation, he positions himself at her entrance and thrusts roughly inside, feeling the tightness of her body around him as he begins to move with an urgency born of desperation and need.
Yuki was a heavy sleeper. So she didn't register at all that she was being mated with. Though she did begin to softly pant in sleep. The Male Tom would need to be quiet about it of course. Lest he wake any of the more Dominant Tom's sleeping around Yuki.
With every thrust the male stray takes deeper inside Yuki, his desperation grows more intense. He moans softly into her ear, unable to contain himself any longer as pleasure washes over him like a wave. Her soft whimpers and shallow pants only serve to encourage him, driving him onward in the hope that he can claim what is so obviously his by right: dominance over another feline female and the satisfaction of knowing that she belongs to no one but him.
Suddenly, a powerful hand grips his scruff and yanks him off-balance. He let out a surprised cry as he's spun around to face the enraged visage of one of the dominant males. The large tom bared his teeth in a snarl before roughly shoving him away, leaving the smaller male stumbling and disoriented in the tall grass.
"She's mine," he growls menacingly, eyes never leaving the intruder as he stalks back toward Yuki, ready to assert his claim once more. "Get lost."
Yuki. Having been dragged out of a pleasant dream from the smaller male being yanked away from her. Would slowly open her eyes. Sleepily, she'd then ask "What was that?" Her voice was soft, quiet, and tired "I was having such a nice dream..." Even if all the males fought over Yuki and her fertile body. None were mean or rough to her. Outside of mating that is. As she enjoyed being dominated.
The dominant male snorts derisively, eyes gleaming in the moonlight as he bends down to sniff at Yuki's still-glistening sex before glancing back over his shoulder at the smaller male who has now slunk away into the shadows. "Nothing," he grunts dismissively, "just some stupid cub thinking they could take what isn't theirs." With a satisfied growl, he positions himself behind her once more and begins to thrust roughly inside, asserting his dominance over Yuki with every powerful stroke.
The smaller male stares after the departing duo for several heartbeats before realizing that there will be other opportunities in the future. Tonight's encounter has only served to make him hungrier for what he cannot have, and it will drive him onward until fate finally deals him a lucky hand...
Yuki would softly mew at the more Dominant male's thrusts "That's nice..." She'd purr before blissfully falling asleep once more. Her dream restarted.
The dominant male growls deep in his throat as he feels Yuki's body relax against him once more, her soft moans and purrs fueling his lust even further. He pounds into her harder, claiming what is rightfully his with each powerful thrust, the heat of their bodies joined in a dance older than time itself. As he nears climax, a primal urge takes hold of him, driving him deeper still as he seeks to fill every crevice of Yuki's body with his seed. Finally, he releases himself deep within her, a long, satisfied groan echoing through the night as his hot cum spills out and fills her womb.
More time would pass, and eventually this 'tribe' of stray Demi-human cat-boys toms and few cat-girl queens (including Yuki of course) would move to a different location. A hotpool, with comfortable enough temperatures for bathing, and a small overhang they could rest beneath.
As time passed, Yuki would be more curvatious, and more fertile. Her body curvy and her breasts heavier and larger, and she'd simply become more beautiful.
She was still routinely impregnated by the cadre of dominant males, and then taken care of and fed by the smaller ones. The place where she rested was atop of various cloaks and other bits of soft material that the Strays could find. Her safety, health, happiness, contentment, and of course desires were put first in the Tribe. And she was more than happy for that to be the case.
The new hot spring location is perfect for the tribe of stray demi-human cat-boys and their feline queens. Yuki fits in perfectly as the most dominant female, her beauty and fertility drawing males from far and wide to claim a piece of her. As she lies on her makeshift bed, a sense of contentment washes over her. Even though she is constantly mated, there's an undeniable thrill in knowing that she is the center of attention for these wild creatures, each one vying for her favor and a chance to spread their seed.
A small group of strays gather around her now, whispering and laughing as they groom her fur and tend to her needs. Yuki luxuriates in the attention, purring contentedly as she allows them to care for her body and nurture her pregnancies. It's a reminder that even though she is dominant, there is strength in unity and a certain comfort in having others look out for her interests.
She catches the eye of one of the smaller males nearby. He gazes at her with longing in his eyes, aching for just a moment alone with her. Without hesitation, he approaches, hoping against hope that today might be his lucky day...
Yuki wouldn't really notice the smaller male. Happily lazing on her stomach on the soft blankets and furs beneath her and half asleep. If the male wanted to mount her, they'd need to be quick about it. Lest one of the larger more dominant males spot him and throw him off. As Yuki didn't stop anyone from mounting her. She just let the males sort out who gets to mate with her... though she infinitely preferred the larger males with larger cocks. She wasn't going to resist whoever mounted her.
The smaller male stares at Yuki longingly, hesitating for just a moment before deciding to take his chance. With a deep breath and a quiet prayer to whatever gods may be listening, he positions himself behind her, hands gripping her hips tightly as he prepares to thrust inside. His heart races with anticipation and fear, knowing full well that if he's caught by one of the dominant males, his life might very well be forfeit...
Slowly, carefully, he eases into Yuki, feeling the heat of her body surround him as he begins to move. Despite his small stature, he's surprisingly forceful, determined to make this moment count and prove himself worthy of claiming even a tiny piece of her. As their bodies grind together, the tension in the air grows thick with desire and need, driving them both closer to the edge of ecstasy...
Yuki would softly moan in first as she rose from a half-slumber. Sleepily asking whoever had mounted her. "Who is this...?" Her tail lazily twitched from side to side, and it was clear she, like usual, was too sleepy to notice who fucked her day to day. Though she could absolutely feel the lack of much dick in her. As she sigh a little as she lay her head against the ground and mew "Too small..."
The smaller male tenses at Yuki's dismissive tone but doesn't let up. His thrusts become more urgent as he tries to prove himself to her, driving deeper inside with each powerful stroke. Her body responds despite her half-slumber, clenching around him and guiding him expertly.
His pace quickens further, teeth gritted in determination. He feels so close now, the pleasure building up inside him like a wave about to break free. With one final thrust, he releases himself deep within her, roaring out his triumph as hot seed pumps into her womb. Yuki mews softly in response, seemingly too lazy or content to care that it was the smaller male who had just claimed her.
Yuki would slowly blink after he came. Still not realizing who was mating with her. She'd softly purr before sighing to say
"You can continue... that wasn't enough seed." She'd add. Resting her head against the soft blanket beneath her and purring
And while the male could jump at the opportunity. He may also need to run before the Larger males came to tear him apart, afterall none of them would want a less dominant male mating with Yuki. Yuki just let anyone mount her, and had them sort out who gets to mount and mate with her. And he wasn't on that list.
The smaller male hesitates for only a moment, his heart racing with excitement and fear at the thought of continuing to mate with Yuki despite the presence of other males in the vicinity. The dominant ones might not care about him now, but they'd certainly have something to say if they saw what was happening.
With a deep breath and another prayer to whatever gods may be watching, he positions himself behind her once more. His hands grip her hips tightly as he thrusts into her, determination driving him forward despite the growing sense of danger that accompanies his actions. Yuki's soft moans and purrs only serve to fuel his lust further, spurring him onward in his quest for dominance...and perhaps even a place at her side in this strange, primal society.
Yuki would simply softly purr and take each thrust from the male. Only noticing how much weaker the thrusts were and how much smaller his cock was. Otherwise she wasn't vocal and complaining.
As the smaller male continues to mate with Yuki, his body begins to tense and tremble. He can feel himself growing closer to climax once more, but the fear of discovery is just as strong. He glances around them quickly, looking for any signs of movement from the larger males in their midst.
Suddenly, a rough hand grabs his scruff and yanks him roughly away from Yuki. He lets out a surprised cry before being spun around to face one of the dominant tom strays. The male's eyes narrow as he glares at the intruder, voice low and menacing when he finally speaks. "What do you think you're doing?"
Yuki. Interrupted by the pleasant sensation now. Would raise her head tiredly and ask "What was that...?" She'd want to know what stopped the mating as her head looked over her shoulder to see what was going on.
The dominant male bares his teeth in warning as he holds the smaller tom firmly by the scruff of his neck. "I asked you a question," he growls. "What do you think you're doing, trying to take what isn't yours?" His eyes never leave the other tom as he waits for an answer.
The smaller male swallows hard, trembling with fear and adrenaline. He knows that if he were to disobey or show any sign of defiance now, it would be the end of him. Carefully, his eyes darting from the dominant tom to Yuki and back again, he mutters a faint reply: "I-I only wanted... just for a moment..."
Yuki would lazily sigh as she put her head on the soft blanket once more and say "oh... So thats who came in me..." She'd state this as more a matter of fact rather than evidence. Letting the dominant Tom figure out what he wanted to do with this male.
The dominant tom narrows his eyes even further at the smaller male's pathetic excuse, sneering in disgust. "A moment, huh? Well, let this be a lesson to you," he growls menacingly before roughly shoving the smaller male away. The smaller tom stumbles backward, wide-eyed and shaking with fear as the dominant tom turns his attention back to Yuki. "Go find your own prey," he snaps before returning to her side.
Yuki yawns widely, stretching languidly on her makeshift bed before closing her eyes once more. As far as she's concerned, this whole display was quite entertaining, and it only serves to reinforce her position as the most dominant female in their little tribe of strays...
Yuki would look towards the more Dominant Male and begin to purr. Her tail rising upwards in order to let him know she is eager for more mating. As she waited she'd lazily purr out "Now you better finish the Job... I don't want to feel empty" She'd say with a tired giggle as she wiggled her ass. Still lying down on her stomach.
The dominant tom can't resist such an invitation, especially not from Yuki, the most desired and fertile of all their queens. With a growl that comes from deep in his chest, he positions himself behind her once more and thrusts powerfully into her wet heat. The feel of her body yielding to his touch sends waves of pleasure through him as he takes what he wants, marking his territory and asserting his dominance over their small tribe with every grunt and moan.
Yuki mewls softly, arching her back to meet each thrust. The warmth inside her spreads further as the dominant tom continues to mate with her, driving them both closer to the edge of release. Soon enough, she feels him tensing up behind her, sensing that his own climax is near. As he releases himself deep within her, a hoarse cry escapes from his lips, joined by Yuki's contented moans as their pleasure finally spills over and washes away the last vestiges of fear and tension from the night.
Soon enough later. After plenty more mating, Yuki would be very much pregnant with another litter, a batch made up of various males who had mounted and bred her. Though still open to being mated with even now.*
She lazily lay on her side and let females and smaller males take care of her. As being the 'leader' in largely just name had benefits. Namely that everyone would care for you, and no one would take your title. As they were all to interested in mating with her to spread their seed and progeny And while others females were present in this tribe of Demi-human cat-people. Most of the dominant males exclusively mated with Yuki, and made sure no 'uninvited' male got the chance to mount her.
As Yuki's belly swells with the life she has created, the dominance of this strange and primal tribe is clear for all to see. The other females look on enviously but respectfully, knowing that their time will come when it is their turn to bear young for the tribe. Still, they cannot help but feel a twinge of regret that they are not the ones lying there, basking in the adoration and care of every male in sight.
But that doesn't matter much now. As Yuki curls up on her makeshift bed, contentedly dozing in the warm sunlight, she knows that she has truly earned her place as queen of this stray demi-human tribe. Her beauty and fertility have brought them all together, united them against the harsh realities of their exile. And for now, at least, it seems like they will remain here, safe under the protection of their strong and steady leader...
Soon enough. She'd've given birth to a cradle of healthy kittens and would be empty. Once more opening the way for any male to rut inside her and fill her up with his seed. As Yuki, if a little unusually, was always in heat shortly after giving birth. A few weeks would pass and Yuki would be lying where she normally was. Tail flicking from side to side in impatience as she watched from afar whatever members of her tribe were doing. She'd've gotten plumper now, and with larger breasts, and still very curvy and attractive. Keeping herself active when she wasn't pregnant by bathing in the hotpools. Still though, she was lazy, bored, and always very horny.
As Yuki paces restlessly among her tribe, her eyes drifting hungrily over the males in their midst, she can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation running through her veins. Her body has grown plumper since the last time she gave birth, and her breasts larger still; even now, as she sits idly by the hot pool, she can feel the heat of arousal building up inside her. It's only a matter of time before some ambitious tom decides he has what it takes to claim dominance over their stray demi-human tribe...and with Yuki in constant heat, the competition is sure to be fierce.
A bit later. A new tom. Surprisingly scrawny and not even Yuki's type. Would appear. He wasn't part of the Tribe. But he did have several, very fierce toms with him. And as he approached, asserting his dominance overall of the tribe. He'd go to Yuki. Mount her. And Begin to Mate with her. Despite his size and scrawnyness. He had somehow gotten himself a small army to do his bidding. Now Yuki didn't much care for the Male as he came inside her multiple times. His cock was small and the pleasure he gave was minimal. But the Male wasn't done there. He would soon proceed to mate with and impregnate every other female of the tribe. This Yuki wasn't exactly keen on. But she didn't resist to much. As she was still 'queen' of it all. She just now had only one mate. Which annoyed her a little
The new tom is surprisingly forceful with Yuki, taking her roughly despite his small stature. It's clear that he is not used to being resisted or denied, and his determination only fuels the passion within him. As he continues to mate with her, moving on to impregnate every other female in sight, Yuki can feel a mixture of annoyance and frustration building up inside her. She had grown accustomed to having multiple partners, each one vying for her attention and the chance to sire their young. Now she is left with only this insistent and undeniably small tom, and it's beginning to chafe at her dominant nature.
Still, there is nothing she can do about it. For now, at least, he is in charge, and she must obey his commands...even if it means enduring the sub-par pleasure of his minuscule member while he takes what he wants from their tribe. Perhaps once he has asserted himself fully, he will choose to mate with her exclusively, or at least give her the option to have other partners as well. But for now, she must content herself with being this tom's prize...and hope that his reign doesn't last too long.
As the new Tom prepared to mate with Yuki once more. Yuki would simply sigh and cover her wet pussy with her tail. Responding shortly after "Maybe get a different male"
The new tom pauses in his attempts to mate with Yuki, cock twitching against her slit as he glances over at the sound of her voice. A slow, cruel smile curls onto his lips. "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" he growls lowly, moving to push himself back inside her despite her protests. "Well, we'll see about that."
With renewed vigor, the new tom takes Yuki roughly once more, thrusting deep and hard into her. She yelps in pain and surprise as he forces himself deeper than before, her body instinctively tensing up to defend itself from this unexpected assault on her sovereignty. But it does little good; if anything, the new tom seems to take her resistance as a challenge, his hips snapping forward with each thrust as he aims to prove his dominance over their tribe.
Around them, the other demi-humans watch in silence, fearful of interfering but unable to tear their eyes away from the unfolding drama before them. The air crackles with tension, thick with the promise of bloodshed and revolution...and Yuki is at the center of it all, her body helplessly used as a battleground for these two dominant males.
Yuki. Now properly angered. Would kick the male in the nuts. Forcing him to pull out. Then. Standing up she'd go and claw at him. Only to be stopped by his Larger entourage. Who would catch Yuki and pin her in place. Allowing for the smaller but in charge tom to go back to mating with her.
Yuki's attack catches the new tom off guard, his eyes widening in surprise as he doubles over in pain from her powerful kick to his groin. Before he can react further, however, a group of his followers surrounds them, pinning Yuki down and restraining her so that she cannot interfere with their leader's conquest. The smaller tom grits his teeth against the pain but doesn't waste any time in retaliating; he thrusts roughly into Yuki once more, hips snapping as he takes what is rightfully his by force and dominance.
The demi-humans of their tribe look on, some with fear, some with awe, and some even with desire. They know that only one of these males can survive this confrontation; either Yuki's old flame will reclaim her as his queen, or the newcomer will establish himself as the true leader of the stray demi-human tribe. The air crackles with tension as they wait to see which fate awaits their beloved queen...and whether she will survive the battle at all.